THE HONEST WHORE.
17021702Enter a seruant setting out a Table, on which he places 17031703a scull, a picture, a booke and a Taper. 17041704Ser. So, this is Monday morning, and now mu
st I to my
17051705hu
swi
fry: would I had bin created a Shoomaker; for all the
17061706gentle craft are gentlemen euery Monday by their Copy,
17071707&
scorne (then) to worke one true
stitch. My M. meanes
17081708sure to turne me into a
student; for here's my booke, here
17091709my deske, here my light; this my clo
se chamber, and heere
17101710my Punck:
so that this dull drowzy
fir
st day of the weeke,
17111711makes me halfe a Prie
st, halfe a Chandler, halfe a paynter,
17121712halfe a Sexton, I & halfe a Bawd: for (all this day) my o
ffice
17131713is to do nothing but keep the dore. To proue it, looke you,
17141714this good-face & yonder gentleman (
so
soone as euer my
17151715back's turnd) wil be naught together.
Enter Hipolito. 17161716Hip. Are all the windowes
shut?
Ser. Clo
se
sir, as the
fist 17171717of a Courtier that hath
stood in three raignes.
17181718Hip. Thou art a faythfull
seruant, and ob
seru'
st 17191719The Calender, both of my
solemne vowes,
17201720And ceremonious
sorrow: Get thee gone,
17211721I charge thee on thy life, let not the
sound
17221722Of any womans voyce pierce through that dore.
17231723Ser. If they do, my Lord, Ile pearce
some of them.
17241724What will your Lord
ship haue to breakfa
st?
17251725Hip. Sighs.
Ser. What to dinner?
Hip. Teares.
17261726Ser. The one of them, my Lord, will
fill you too full of
17271727wind, the other wet you too much. What to
supper?
17281728Hip. That which (now) thou can
st not get me, the con
- 17301730Ser. Indeed thats harder to come by then euer was
17331733Ser. Ile make away my
selfe pre
sently, which few Ser
- 17341734uants will doe for their Lords; but rather helpe to make
17351735them away: Now to my dore-keeping, I hope to picke
17371737Hip. My Infelices face: her brow, her eye,
17381738The dimple on her cheeke: and
such
sweet skill,
Hath